Acts 2:1-13 · The Holy Spirit Comes at Pentecost
Death Of A Dream - Birth Of A Church
Acts 2:1-13
Sermon
by Barbara Brokhoff
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Genesis 11:1-9

This Old Testament lesson is a story of failure, but there is a great truth for all of us in it. I had a dear friend who used to say, "Every man is my teacher. I either learn what to do from him, or what not to do." It reminds me of a cartoon, which showed a bum sitting on a park bench; his clothes were tattered and torn, his toes were coming out of his shoes - the stereotypical hobo. Beneath the picture was the caption, "No man is completely worthless - he can always serve as a horrible example." And so from this Genesis text we learn from it what to avoid doing rather than what to do.

The church, in choosing lections for each Sunday, oddly enough has linked this text with the second chapter of Acts, which gives the account of the descent of the Holy Spirit. The Tower of Babel in Genesis has little, or nothing, to do with the Day of Pentecost, and yet when you examine these widely divergent passages, there are some amazing comparisons and sharp contrasts betwen them.

Let us keep foremost before us the realization that the Day of Pentecost is one of the three great days of the Christian year. Only Christmas and Easter precede it in importance, and since Christmas rarely falls on a Sunday, Pentecost is second only to Easter as the most important Sunday of the Christian year.

Let us look at these accounts, separately, and find how they speak to us:

The Death Of A Dream - The Tower Of Babel

When the Peachtree Plaza Hotel was built in Atlanta a few years ago it was the tallest hotel in the world. It dominated the city skyline, a towering steel, silo-like building that was the focal point for the entire area. Likewise, if you had been in the area of Shinar, and had looked out across the plain, you would have seen a strikingly tall structure - in truth it was the world's first skyscraper. But this tower was never completed. It appeared to be well-built, up to a point, but as your eyes followed to its apex you see that it is still unfinished.

Pride

Hal Roach, Ireland's famous international comedian, tells the story of the two Irishmen, Casey and Flanagan, who were building a 500-foot tower. Just as they were putting the final brick in place, Casey happened to glance at the blueprints. He said to Flanagan, "We're stupid fools, the two of us. We've been reading the plans of the tower upside down. We are supposed to be digging a well!" The men of Shinar did not have their blueprints upside down. They intended to build a tower. But, if you were looking at it, you might wonder why it was never finished. Even more importantly, you might ask, "Why was it built in the first place? A lot of possibilities might occur to you: Did these people want a prayer tower? Did they want this structure to bring them closer to God? Was it to be a haven in which to hide from their enemies? Could it have been a hotel for the homeless? Was it meant as a hospital for the sick? If you thought any of these were the reasons, you would have been wrong. The tower was built for self-aggrandizement. They said, "Let us build a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we can make a name for ourselves." It was not a monument to the glory of God, it was a shrine to themselves. They were ambitious for the pride and the glory of their own names.

They did have one thing in their favor. They had a strong chance of their project being a success, because they were united. They had one mind: "Let us make a name for ourselves." You can accomplish a lot if there is unity in the plan. In the horse-and-buggy days, a boy was driving along a road with a farmer who was very skilled in the finer flickings of the whip. When a fly setled on the horse's back, a swift flick of the lash would remove it without disturbing the horse. If he saw a bee on a roadside flower, it would swiftly disappear with the practiced accuracy of the whip aimed at it. Then the buggy passed near a tree from which hung a wasps' nest, but the driver held his whip quietly. "Why didn't you use your whip on those wasps?" asked the boy. "Well," the expert answered, "I thought I'd leave them alone. You see, they're organized." Even with such a poor reason for building a tower, the men were likely to succeed because they were organized with a common goal in mind.

Obviously, there is nothing wrong of itself in building a tall tower. It was the misdirection of the motivation that caused God's disfavor. We are not a lot different from the men of that day. We still think of self first, we look out for number one, and often ask, "What's in it for me?" When personalized license plates were introduced in Illinois, the Department of Motor Vehicles received over 1,000 requests for number 1. The state official whose job it was to approve the requests said, "I'm not going to assign it to someone and disappoint 1,000 other people, so I'll give it to myself!" Doesn't that make you think of the little boy and girl who were riding a mechanical horse in the shopping mall? The little boy, who was riding in front, turned to the little girl and said, "If one of us would get off, there would be more room for me!" We keep looking for ways to be number one: first in line, first at the check-out counter, first out of the crowded parking lot, first at the cafeteria on Sunday (ahead of the Baptists, Methodists, or whomever). The men of the Towel of Babel had no eye on God at all, just a good eye on self - and pride of self was a wrong reason. It always is.

Confusion

As good and loving and gracious as God is, we must never forget that "God is a jealous God, and his glory he will not give to another." With heavy disapproval upon these self-serving men in Babylon, he said, "Let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other." And he did just that. He confused their language, and communication became impossible; therefore the finishing of the tower was a hopeless endeavor.

A man was in consultation with his physician, and complained of an unsatisfactory physical relationship with his wife. The doctor, an avid jogger, said, "What you need is some vigorous exercise. I want you to run 10 miles a day for 30 days, and then give me a call." True to the plan, the patient called his doctor at the end of the month. "How are you doing?" asked the doctor. "Has your relationship with your wife improved?" "How should I know?" exclaimed the patient, "I'm 300 miles from home!" A common language and communication is vital for success in any endeavor - but even if you have a unity in purpose and a common speech that is still not sufficient to supply attainment.

The late E. Stanley Jones said that "Human nature is allergic to sin and evil. You do as you like, and then you don't like what you do. You have your own way, and then you don't like your way. You express yourself, and you don't like the self you express." God will not long let us harbor our distorted values. Humans, left to go unchecked by the God to whom we are all accountable, will never, on their own, break away from the addiction of power and prestige and profit. It seems that no matter how much you achieve it is never enough. Dr. Leonard Sweet, in his book, The Power of the Spirit, said, "The dominant concept of power today revolves around money, muscle, multitudes, and might." Those unholy and unhealthy ambitions become a cancer in the soul, that eats away at the vitality that is good and pure and true and holy.

Failure

Evil may seem to prosper for a time, but when God intervenes, it is with a strong, sure stroke that brooks no argument. There, on the plain of Shinar, God moved in and confused the language. When you can't communicate you are doomed to failure. And they did fail. There was a scattering of the people, and that was the end of the tower project.

Notice that there is always a strong centrifugal power in a godless spirit. Such a spirit has no strong center - remember, the center for them was the self - so it scatters, divides, and weakens the whole. There on Babylon's plain stands the unfinished Tower of Babel, where the people, under the punishment of God, went away babbling in all directions. There would not be a restoration of genuine speech for the human race until the Holy Spirit was given.

Let us look at that event in our text in Acts:

The Birth Of The Church - The Upper Room

Now we change locations. We move from the plain to the city, from Babylon to Jerusalem, from the Tower of Babel to the upper room.

Waiting

As you enter the upper room you notice an immediate difference. These folks are not busy building, but just waiting. They are waiting and praying. They, like the Babylonian tower builders, are united in their purpose. They, too, are of one mind, in one accord, with one common goal. But they don't seem to be actively engaged in a project. From all observation they haven't even appointed a committee to work on the problem yet. But, in the room you sense a keen expectancy. If one thought they ought to be "doing" something, one might well ask, "Don't you have any place else to go?" "Peter, couldn't you at least go back to fishing for awhile?" "Matthew, couldn't you return to collecting taxes?" Or, "Have you thought that you could build a great memorial there on Mount Olivet, marking the exact spot where Jesus stood when he left to go to the Father?" "Have any of you thought of starting your own religion? Surely you've learned a lot from your former leader, so maybe now you could choose someone more acceptable to the majority of the populace."

But these suggestions would only fall on deaf ears. These disciples are obedient still to a Commander who has been promoted "upstairs." He said to wait, watch, tarry, and pray until the Holy Spirit came. He had promised the Spirit was the Comforter, and they could certainly use some of that, for their hearts are still hurting with the absence of the best friend they ever had!

But, if we continue to delve into the reasons for their presence here in the upper room, we might query, "How long will you have to wait?" Their reply, "He didn't say." "But," we persist, "how long have you been here now?" "Ten days," they respond. "Ten days! My goodness! How much longer are you going to hang on to that ethereal promise of an absent Lord with nothing to show for it?" Their reply, based on solid faith, "As long as it takes!" We might have gone away muttering, "They are crazy! They have lost their minds! Waiting for the Spirit, indeed. This is a real world we live in. They seemed so sane, but waiting for the Spirit is dementia." And so we'd have left them, and gone back to our safe, dry, listless, spiritless living in our "real world."

But waiting often is the very thing that is needed. Robert Schuller tells of a winter at home, when his dad needed firewood. He found a dead tree and sawed it down. In the spring, to his dismay, he found new shoots had sprouted from the trunk. He said to his son, "I thought sure it was dead; the leaves had dropped, the twigs snapped, it seemed as if there was no life there. But now I see there is still life at the taproot of the old tree." He looked at his boy and said, "Bob, don't forget this important lesson. Never cut down a tree in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in a low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst mood. Wait. Be patient. The spring will come." And so, the disciples waited 24 hours, then another day, then a week, and now it has been 10 days, but still they waited - waited and prayed!

I love the account of the old, dedicated preacher who got carried away with his subject one very cloudy, thunderous, lightning-flashing Sunday. He was preaching from the Old Testament about the power of God, and really got carried away with his message. The old pastor was so enthralled with his sermon that he had not noticed that the storm outside was increasing with fury. It finally got his attention when a window pane crashed inward, a tree limb fell against the building, and the wind began tearing shingles off the roof. The old church squeaked, creaked, and groaned in the storm, and a parishioner in the service yelled, "Pastor, quit your preachin' and start prayin' afore we all get blowed to kingdom come!" Finally, the old pastor, now filled with fear himself, changed gears and started to pray. But he hadn't had time to think about his prayer, so he went back to his text and prayed, "O Lord, send Moses to lead us out of this stormy wilderness. O God, send Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob to us. O Lord, send the children of Israel!" Another brother in the back of the church began to pray after the preacher, "O Lord, don't send any of them fellers, and 'specially don't send the children. This ain't no time for kids. O Lord, come yourself!" That's exactly what the upper room people were praying for; for God the Holy Spirit to come himself! They, like the tower builders, were united in a single purpose, but while the folks at Babel had the self in mind, the upper room disciples had only God in mind. Another big difference!

Wind

And suddenly - God often works that way, you know -suddenly there is the sound of a mighty rushing wind, and it fills all the place where they are sitting. It is no longer a quiet, uneventful, nothing-is-happening place; the upper room has become a Tower of Power!

The refreshing wind of the Spirit is blowing and it is changing the men and women who waited. It is causing things to begin to happen. The Holy Spirit's presence is always equated with power. Look at how this "wind of God" is described by the translators: Weymouth calls it "a blast," Moffatt says, "a violent blast," the NIV describes it as "a violent wind," and the NRSV says, "the rush of a violent wind." Others say similarly, "a terrific blast of wind," "a strong driving wind," "a strong wind," or "a mighty wind storm." Luccock reminds us that no one called it a "zephyr," a light gentle, breeze. Pentecost did not begin with a zephyr! The Spirit came with power and violence; not a destructive violence, but a strength that enabled great accomplishments.

As the violent wind shook the room, the disciples knew that something glorious was happening. They were immediately convinced that what they had been waiting for had begun. Christ had kept his promise to them! They would never doubt that their Lord had come to them in this unmistakeable way. The mighty breath of God (the Hebrew word for breath is ruach) was moving among them. Breath is life! We breathe 18 times a minute, 1,080 times an hour, 25,000 times a day. At age 40 you will have had 365 million breaths, each a gift from God, the gift of life. A few moments without breath and you are unconscious, a few moments more and you are dead. No wonder the psalmist declares, "Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord (Psalm 150:6)." On his death bed, John Wesley's last words were, "I'll praise ... I'll praise ..." He was struggling to say the words of the great hymn of Isaac Watts, "I'll Praise my Maker while I've Breath." What natural breath is to the human body for its existence, so is the mighty Breath of God (the Holy Spirit) to the spirit of a person. We simply cannot live long without him. We are more right than we knew when we pray as we sing, "Breathe on me Breath of God, Fill Me with Life Anew."

Witness

Then the visible sign appeared: "Tongues that seemed like fire touched each person there." Had Jesus not said that they would be baptized with the Holy Spirit and with fire? "And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and began to talk in other languages, as the Spirit enabled them to speak." Here, as at the Tower of Babel, we deal with language. But this time it is not the "confusion of the language," it is the use of many languages for communication with those who are present -languages used, ultimately, for conversion to Christ. Again, such a difference between Babel and Pentecost!

A Wycliffe missionary translator said that there are 6,000 languages in the world today, but that 3,500 languages yet are only oral and have to be put into written language and the Bible translated into them. We who use the English language sometimes forget that knowledge of other languages is imperative for the spread of the gospel. Bill Bryson, in his book, The Mother Tongue: English and How it Got That Way, says that English has become the language to know. It is spoken by a third of the world's population. Two-thirds of all scientific papers, half of all European business deals, and 70 percent of all the mail in the world are written in English. But the language native to the disciples on the Day of Pentecost was not English, but Aramaic. Luke is careful to say that all the visitors that were in Jerusalem on the Day of Pentecost - the Jews of Dispersion - spoke many languages. These people had come from all parts of the known world for the Feast of the Passover. And they heard the disciples speak in their own native tongue. They were from Parthia, Media, Elam, Mesopotamia, Judea, Cappadocia, Pontus, Asia, Phrygia, Pamphylia, Egypt, Crete, Arabia, Rome - and so the list goes on. Imagine their amazement! They all heard about the mighty acts of God in their own tongue. There can be no doubt that God intends everyone to know of the international character of Christianity, that the gospel is for the whole world, and that Christ is a universal Savior!

You can count on it: when the Holy Spirit is present, he makes Christ known to the hearts of those who will hear. I preached at a camp meeting a few years past. There was a local church nearby whose pastor had warned his people to stay away. He believed neither in camp meetings nor in women preachers, and did not want his people to attend. But one man came to each of the services. He felt the presence of the Spirit as God blessed with large attendance, with meeting the needs of the people, with renewing the lives of those who came. The next Sunday, the man appeared in his own church again, and when the pastor called for those who had anything to say, he stood up, still aglow with the events of the services and the presence of the Spirit. He said, "Preacher, I did go to that camp meeting. And the Word was preached with power. And the music was wonderful. The Holy Spirit was so present in that place that a mosquito bit me one night and went away singing, "There is Power in the Blood!" The pastor said, "Brother, you sit down and you shut up!" I admit that the fellow got pretty carried away with his feelings, but the language of the Spirit does glorify Christ, his cross, and his shed blood which brings redemption to our fallen lives.

The first gift of the Spirit, then, was a gift of speech -speech in different languages. The first act of the gift of speech was proclamation. You are never so likely to be filled with the Spirit as when you are witnessing to your faith in Christ. One of the marvelous results of the manifestation of the Spirit that day was that the disciples were filled with power; power for proclamation and praise. They told of "the mighty acts of God." The end result of the Spirit's descent upon those waiting people in the upper room was the birth of the church. The centripetal power, just opposite of the Tower of Babel again, of the Spirit was to gather, unite, and bring disciples and new believers into a community of faith with Christ (not self) at the center.

Death of a dream or the birth of the church? The dream was to glorify self, the Spirit was to glorify God. The dream died on the plain of Shinar. The promise became a glorious reality in the birth of the church. "To God be the Glory, Great Things He hath Done!"

C.S.S. Publishing Co., by Barbara Brokhoff